Lyra Gray wanted a fresh new start in a normal town where she could forget the tragic accident that had caused her months of grief. However, Beacon Hills was far from normal.
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*·༘ ➳〔 ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ 〕 ࿐ ࿔*:
The misty moon light shines brightly as Lyra took a midnight stroll at the forest. Lately, she's been keen on talking walks at night. The cold breeze sooth her nerves and takes her mind somewhere peaceful. The sound of wind clashing with the leaves makes her fall in love with nature deeper. The tall trees loom over her, the stars scattered along the midnight sky.
She wandered aimlessly in the woods, letting nature take her deep into the woods. A house in the middle of the woods. Her brows furrowed together looking at it. It had holes in the walls, the windows were shattered. It looked like it was about to fall apart any second by now.
Just as she was about to walk away, at the corner of her eye she could see a figure limping into the house, clutching their stomach. She wanted to leave the person be, but curiosity got the best of her. She tugged her cardigan close to her body, marching to the house and pushed the door open.
A loud shriek escaped her mouth at the sight in front of her. The floor was flooded with thick liquid she could assume was blood coming from the mans abdomen. She didn't notice at first, but when she pulled her eye away from the wound and onto the face, she realised it was Derek.
"Oh god." She muttered under her breath as she dropped onto her knees and placed her hand to his stomach to try slow down the bleeding. She was concentrated on trying to stop the bleeding that she had just noticed Derek had closed his eyes.
"No, Derek. Open your eyes, come on." She supported his head with right hand while still applying pressure to his wound. In was moments like this where she wished she could run. That was all in her mind. Run away, run from the tragedy.
"Lyra?" Derek said barely above a whisper. She had never been so grateful to hear his voice, she even cracked a smile despite the situation.
"That's me. Please don't talk, save your energy." The brunette took off her cardigan quickly and wrapped it around his wound applying pressure. He winced in pain when she tied the knot tightly, but relaxed soon after. Lyra hadn't noticed that her hands were shaking until she picked up her phone to dial the hospital.
